Don't," she moaned even as she wiggled her bum and captured his hardening shaft between her ass cheeks."I love you Chrissie," her son insisted as he s...lowly moved one hand across her stomach and towards her sex."You won't be able to...you'll be too tired," she protested even as she pushed back against him. "Ohhh Bobbbby," she groaned as he slipped a finger inside of his mum. She arched her head back and turned her face to meet his as a second finger penetrated her slippery channel.Their lips. His hands were chapped from rough work, his face weathered and tanned from outdoor labor. He wore a small white mustache and his voice seemed too soft for his rough exterior. The most interesting thing about him was his eyes, They were a dark brown, soft and kind. I felt like I could trust him.As the time wore on he kept buying me beer. By last call he offered to take me home, I was in no condition to object. The bartender assured me my car would be safe in the parking lot. I felt bad that gary. She lets out a high squeal and starts thrusting her hips slightly up against my finger. I slide another one down and am now rubbing and flicking her sensitive little button with two fingers. She's moaning, getting louder and louder every time. My fingers are getting soaked, and I can tell that she is loving this, but I think I can do more for her, as a wild idea pops into my head.Suddenly I take my fingers away, and she lets out a sound of distress.“Don't worry” I say, smiling and sucking her. ” My chest started to heave, my arousal spiking at the image of spending a night between Clare’s legs. Her hand pushed, and my cheeks touched her wet, slippery thighs. My tongue snaked out without the need of prompting, and I took my first taste of pussy. It was intense and wonderful. Her juices coated my tongue like black tea, honey and spices. I began to lick with enthusiasm, and I felt her shiver with delight. The metal of her rings tickled the side of my tongue. Her fingers buried.